Typically, the only thing that can get me to sleep is a few minutes of reading before bed. My husband usually finds me: light still on and passed out on the open book. But lately, I've lost my good book luck and haven't found anything good to read since August's Wisconsin trip, where I finished This Boy's Life by Tobias Wolf, which I LOVED. Now, I'm falling to sleep to season four of Dexter, which is just a bit unnerving. (And producing some nightmares)
So, in order to get my good book mojo back I'm playing with books: making paper flowers from their pages, writing in my repurposed journals by Ex Libris Anonymous, and dreaming about finding the perfect book to get lost in. Anyone reading anything good right now?